#tetrophilia

[dripflower]

Taking a dip in a pond and some nymphs breach the water just to dote on you. Giving massages and cooing and telling you how pretty you look. Their touches are so soft and sweet, especially once they start playing with your chest and slipping their fingers between your legs.

Do they have ulterior motives? Probably. But you can't stop cumming your brains out enough to think too hard about it.

[bumpen-underbeds]

I whole ass forgot Satyrs are a thing and now I'm doing nothing but thinking about them.

Perhaps there is a roadside fruit vendor that you pass daily, sometimes you stop and chat but never buy anything they have on display due to being in a rush or just having eaten. They always seem so comfortable despite the heat of the day or the wind chill that rushes over them, draped across a hammock and only getting up when someone comes over to buy fruit from them.

One day you are finally craving something sweet as you stroll over and look over the abundance of grapes and other berries they have out this time.

Bent over as you look in one of the boxes with punnets of strawberries in them, and the satyr that runs the stall is nothing if not the kind of creature to seize an opportunity to grab a hand full of plush ass, sliding out of his hammock and sauntering over. His hooves click slightly against the loose rocks of the road side, tail twitching as he snags one of the bottles of fruit wine that they have on display, popping the cork as he slides into play beside you.

Holding the bottle by the neck and swirling it as he offers you a sip, smiling as he promises it's just a fruit juice they make, sweet and refreshing, licking his lips as you take a swig and hum in enjoyment. Sliding his hand across your back till he can rest it against your ass, encouraging you to sip from the bottle some more, enjoying the sight of your lips wrapped around the lip as a slight buzz must run through you.

Digging his fingers into the plush flesh of your ass as he nuzzles against the side of your face, careful if his horns, purring as you hand back the bottle and watch him sip the sweet wine as well.

The kiss you'd share would taste like summer fruit and whatever sweet treat he had been snacking on before you had come over to peruse his stock, thankfully his hammock is able to be secured else the press of his cock against your hip would be wasted on a clumsy fuck in the dirt.

Maybe more people would buy from him if he did that... Fruit and a show of how good he is in bed, he'd have to keep you coming back for that first though.

[spooky-smooches]

lil alien thoughts

one of my favorite tropes is having to explain very common/simple things to your lover because they are from a planet that's very very very different from earth

especially if you're both on a spaceship doing space stuff and you realize early on in your relationship that you gotta be SUPER clear communicators with each other because nothing is immediately understood across your cultures

like picture you sitting across the table from your boo and they're eating spaghetti or whatever and then all of a sudden they start glowing

and you're like hey you good????

and they're like yeah just ate too big a bite

or you're sitting in the bathtub after a stressful day and your alien walks in and starts freaking out and after spending a chunk of time trying to calm them down you figure out that they could sense you sitting in a warm liquid and they just assumed you were in a pool of your own blood, halfway dead

or the first time you sneeze around your alien partner they think it's a mating call and they immediately get horny and then so so embarrassed when you explain in between laughter what the noise actually means

and then to tease them you blow raspberries on your palm when you walk in on them changing, and it's like the alien equivalent of a wolf-whistle and gets them all flattered and flustered

[frankiethedarkangel]

The ghost in your house who takes care of your sexual needs.

He sees you when you’re at your most desperate. Scrolling looking for a video or something to read to relieve the ache. Once you reach for your toys he springs into action.

Already unclothed, he touches your bare pussy. Rubbing circles on your clit. You can’t see him, so you’re just anticipating what’s going to happen.

You continue to scroll and periodically glancing to your mirror to see yourself. He continues to touch you. Seeing what you’re looking at he does his best to replicate it. Spreading your pussy open with his fingers to eat you out.

Squeezing and sucking on your breasts, leaving marks that you can’t explain to anyone else. Fingering you and curling his fingers to hit all the good spots.

Seeing yourself spread and gaping from the invisible man just turns you on more. Letting this mysterious ghost pleasure you.

Monster Masterlist

[redvexillum]

[thrasherella]

Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...

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He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.

"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.

She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.

"See, you want it too..."

She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.

"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.

He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.

"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."

"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.

When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.

"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.

He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.

"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."

She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.

Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...

[dark-moonlust]

Your weretiger mate chases you through the jungle. It leads to the steamiest sex you’ve ever had.

The chase was on. Your weretiger was eager to fuck you and that fact alone sent dark, pleasurable shivers down your spine.

“Not much longer, mate,” you heard his growing voice cutting through the night.

You kept pumping your legs but your heart pounded in your chest like a drum.

“You can’t outrun me. I’ll catch you and once I do…”

And he did catch you.

Body shaking, he claimed you. Thoroughly. You felt waves of bliss crashing over you while he kept fucking you, his slams becoming more urgent, more demanding, until with a roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his barb swelling and stretching you. He knotted you and spurted thick streams of cum and you came again, whining and shoving at him fruitlessly.

[eldritchl0ver]

Cry-baby werewolf x reader

A werewolf watches you obliviously pull up to the old cabin that as far as he's concerned has been desolate for years.

You're in his territory, he doesn't like it. He knows how humans work. They're skittish little things, so in theory, scaring you off shouldn't be a problem.

That night, he played all the tricks in the book. Distant otherworldly howling, leaving large tracks outside, dead animals being deposited on the doorstep, and deep gouged claw marks on your car.

Seeing that you still haven't left he grows frustrated. This isn't how it's supposed to work. You should be long gone, he should have his woods back. Others of his kind would have roared, ripped the door off the hinges and scared the human shitless.

However our little werewolf was in fact conflict averse and very scared of the new addition to his woodland territory. He'd specifically chosen these woods due to the lack of both humans and other werewolfs, but as days turned into weeks and the human seemed to ignore all his warnings he grew restless and knew he'd have to be more upfront.

Late evening and your getting ready to eat, the chair in your hands halfway pulled out. Growling, loud and dangerous. Turning you see it the bipedal mass of fur and muscle standing in your door way. As it goes to move your body reacts of its own accord hurling the kitchen chair towards the beast.

You freeze expecting to be charged, ripped limb from limb but all that follows is a yelp and then soft wining. Oh god, it's hurt, nose bloodied and curled up on the ground. Most would have fled but you're different.

"What the fuck?!"

Your voice rang out, angry at being startled. You waste no time berating your furry intruder, he's bleeding on the floor, your chairs broken and finally, FINALLY you know who's responsible for the damage to your car.

You're caught of guard when you hear... crying? It takes you a moment, what you assumed was an apex predator is crying softly holding his nose. Now you feel bad, the poor thing's clearly out of his depth and wasn't expecting you to fight back or scold him for his actions.

With a sigh you get some blankets and a warm cloth to clean this over grown puppy's nose. You came to the damn woods to get away from people but now? Well, at least he's cute in a pathetic kind of way.

[2-dsimp]

Do you think you could expand on that yandere therapist x bimbo darling scenario? Or just anything with bimbo darling? 👉👈

18+ MDNI Bimbo reader!

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Interpersonal therapy: This therapy helps people you identify lose yourself and improve relationships focus only on him.

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“Repeat after me dove, Dr. Wesly makes me happy, Dr. Wesly is all I need to be happy, Dr. Wesly is my happiness.”

The Insectoid man cooed his butterfly wings fluttering spreading specs of his pheromones into the air. Polluting his office with his intoxicating allure that had your pupils dilated wide to the point no white could be seen in your eyes.

His slender digits wound themselves around your neck like a necklace. His attenaes feeling up your facial features to get a good picture of your expression while he had you situated on his lap. Back flushed against his lab coated chest as he habitually used his second pair of arms to move your hips up and down upon his slimy length.

“Dr. Wesly m-makes me happy…”

You’d slur with a messy expression on your face. You couldn’t figure out what you were doing. But you couldn’t find yourself to care when he was making you feel so happy. The wet slapping noises, the smell of his sex pheromones in the air, and his enchanting voice clouded your senses.

“Dr. Wesly is all I need to be happy—ahn! Dr. W-Wesly is my happiness.”

You no longer listened to that annoying voice in the back of your head telling you to wake up. All you could focus on was the ridges on your Therapist’s cock that was scrapping your inner depths. With every sloppy upwards thrust into your sloppy snatch.

“Such a good babydoll for me, head all empty save for me. Just how it should always be~”

He’d trill into your ears before wrapping you up tightly within his four arms. Hunching over your shoulders as he let out a series of chittering clicks. Before abruptly slamming your ass down making sure he sunk his appendage home inside your pussy. Making you milk out all the happiness he’s got to give you from his balls.

[dripflower]

The Dryad's Pet 🌿🌺

Dryad who's tangled you up in her vines after you tried to flee her forest. She thinks you're so adorable and fragile, unable to defend yourself- she can protect you, take care of you. She demands that you stay, it's for your own good after all.

She pulls you into the air and pries apart your legs, a thick haze entering the air as flowers open up all around you- releasing sickly sweet spores that coat your lungs.

Drool fills your mouth as your protests begin to fade. A warm softness filling your head, making all those swarming pesky thoughts disappear as your mouth hangs open and your tongue lolls out.

It's pathetic how easy you let go, you wanted this- it's why you went into her forest... To see if the rumors were true- to see if she really was as scary as the locals all said. But she's nothing like that, she's so sweet and kind- she's already taking care of you so well as you finally stop squirming!

You're staring forward, but you don't see anything but her as she pushes a phallic shaped vine into your mouth and down your throat, she begins pumping, and you being eagerly sucking, the nectar only ruining you further.

Somehow that thought gets you dripping. Eagerly you moan and press your hips forward, begging for attention. She can only laugh, her sweet hums filling your ears. She was right, you really are unable to defend yourself.

Greedily you keep sucking, dancing your tongue around her appendage as more vines snake around you, tearing apart your garments without you even bothering to look. There's no point, she's only doing what's best for you. You don't need those anymore.

She spreads your lips apart with those delectable tendrils, displaying your pussy to the entire forest as tendrils play with your clit, and large mushrooms grow out from beneath the dirt, sprouting like cocks, their heads dripping with excitement. She slides you onto one, it's so large, stretching your needy hole as you cry out. It pulses, and you clench, a disheveled grin stretching across your lips. Another wriggles it's way in, then another, then another. You'd never normally be able to take this much as she begins bouncing you up and down, still dangling in the air as her cocks fuck you- but that doesn't matter- she'll make you take it- she knows you can do it- after all you're such a good pet for her.

The vine in your mouth pulls away, caressing your face as you whine for it's return. It ascends into the canopy as a giant hibiscus flower- almost vaginal in appearance, lowers itself below your face, pressing forward before the petals wrap around your entire head. You suckle and lick, eager as sweetness begins filling your mouth. You're starting to fade, your eyes fluttering close and the scent invades your nostrils and takes your air. It's suffocating, but you take it anyway. You're such a good little thing for your dryad, pleasing her even when your body is starting to give out.

You feel that pressure build, pulling you over the edge as she feverishly strokes your swelling clit. You're chasing your orgasm now, begging for it as you see it just in the horizon.

"A favor for a favor." She teases, the entire forest suddenly falling still as you're left hanging, gasping and crying- so sensitive, so desperate. "If you really want this pleasure..." She begins, bringing her flower to grind against your face again, forcing you to lap her up. "Stay." She demands.

You don't even think, just mindlessly following orders. Your begs ring out through the woods, you truly have no shame. She laughs again, and her mushroom cocks ram into your needy cunt. You scream, wailing like a slut in heat as she rips your orgasm out of you, every orifice stuffed and used as she overwhelms you in greenery, her many appendages bursting with thick honey-like cum. Brush then wraps around you in an instant.

Hotter than a thousand suns, softer than the finest of cottons, more painful than brambles and bee stings, but finer than any high you've ever had- it's all too much and not enough all at the same time. You're cocooned by vines and leaves- and all of a sudden the forest is silent again. She has you now, and she'll never let you go.

She knew you were in need of a good home, such a foolish little thing, and she's so glad she can give it to you now. Welcome home.

[bumpen-underbeds]

I sit in my little enclosure in the hooker palace that is my workplace and watch a man crash out over a SP washing her hands after touching raw dick, a grown-ass man in the brothel behavior btw.

Anyway, share my vision with me, a female fox hybrid, a true vixen through and through that is until she gets you home with her, hunched over your body thighs spread wide as she fucks her strap into you. She can't knot you as her male counterparts can but by God, she will try to have you as fucked out and placid under her with just her straps hard deep thrusts.

Hearing snarls and yips as she is making sure to sink to the base on every thrust, the leather of her harness is digging into her hips hard, and her ears are pinned back against her head but the way you look under her, fucked dumb, drooling and weakly pawing at her shoulder as if that's gonna stop her from folding you in half and bullying her way deeper inside you.

The wet sound of her hips made so much louder as she drizzled more lube across her strap, teeth clenched as the sound of it sinking into you again is pure sin, how could she ever think to stop fucking you like this when you look so damn good moaning her name like some drunken fool.

[improper-use-of-germx]

What if the monster under your bed just wanted to hang out with you? They twist and bend their body until they can hide themselves away, waiting patiently, unseen while you go about your normal life.

They like to listen to you. The music you play, the creak of the floorboards beneath each step, the almost indiscernible sound of you typing on a little screen. They especially liked listening to you as you lay in your bed above them, so close they felt every breath you took as if it were their own.

But their favorite part of the routine was after your breathing slowed, when the night was at its darkest and they could finally uncurl from their hiding place and stand to their full height. Well, almost. Your ceiling was a little too low and they had to stoop their head a bit, but they didn't mind bowing to you, sprawled out in your nest of blankets and pillows and other soft things. Their precious human friend, what wouldn't they do for you?

Sometimes they are content to just watch. When they think you seem tired today, and can't bear to possibly ever disrupt your few hours of rest, they stand over your sleeping form and stare until morning light forces them away again. They keep track of your heart rate, the way your eyes move under their lids while you dream, how often you toss and turn.

When they feel themselves get overwhelmed looking at you, they allow themself a little more. Sometimes they sit on the edge of your bed, letting their full weight dip the mattress towards them. They feel the heat from your body seep into the sheets and travel slowly to them, like water through a paper towel. Maybe one day they'll get closer, try to feel you non-vicariously. But for now, they're so happy just to be this close. They don't want to lose you yet.

[frankiethedarkangel]

Tentacle monster roommate who keeps you stuffed full with his tentacle.

Making sure your needy pussy is never lonely. You don’t even have to ask for help when you’re horny. He’s always there to make you feel good.

He’s addicted to how the wetness from your pussy feels on his slimy tentacle. When you squirm too much he wraps a tentacle around your waist to keep you still.

You have sucker shaped bruises on your cunt, thighs, and waist from him using your body. Sometimes he shoves a tentacle down your throat for you to gag on if you’re too loud.

Monster Masterlist

[thrasherella]

Human girl runs into a Werebear at the club and is drunk, like oh man she waayyy drunk, and she manages to accidentally talk her way into his bed ~

[warning: slight dubcon territory; drunk]

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"Oh my gawwwd I'm so sorryyyyy, oh wooww you're huuuge!"

She was drunk; she was so drunk that she couldn't even walk straight anymore, let alone maneuver her way through a packed, writhing dance floor, the crowd moving and pulsing along with the exotic beat playing through the dark club.

She hadn't realized it, but she had run straight into his crotch; the large werebear towering over her (as well as much of the rest of the crowd) didn't seem to mind however, looking down at her with a small smirk. Her face had bumped up against his cock, so when she had said 'you're huuuge!' he assumed she'd meant his dick, the sudden warm contact and her seemingly brazen compliment leaving him wanting more as he gazed at her hungrily. She was pretty cute, and not just for a human girl, the way she was swaying on her feet making her look like she was performing a slow dance before she gave a sudden wobble as her legs nearly gave out. He put out one large, hairy arm to catch her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her up against him for support, and she leaned hard into him, giggling wildly.

"Oooo, oh my gawd you're so soooft!" she cooed, shouting slightly so that he could hear her over the music, nuzzling her face against the thick fur of his arm, running her fingers through it, sending a spark of electricity down along his spine. He could smell the alcohol on her, knew that she probably wasn't exactly in her right state of mind, judging by the way she was fondling and rubbing all over a complete stranger.

Wasn't gunna stop him from bringing her back to his den...

[0mystic]

Some Bull Hybrid Nsfw thoughts

Bull Hybrid who needs to eat you out once a day.

Bull hybrid who shockingly has a scent kink and liked pulling you to the side during work just to breathe in your natural scent.

Bull Hybrid who doesn’t get why you need to go to the city to see friends he’s right here what more could you need

Bull Hybrid who only lets you go after dumping a fresh load into you. “Gotta let them know who you belong to”

Bull Hybrid who get turned on watching you work who knew you could carry so much.

Bull Hybrid who likes giving you just a tad too much to carry so you have to ask for help.

Bull Hybrid who’s into overstimulation “Aww poor thing, cmon you can take one more”

Bull Hybrid who doesn’t think he’s done his job unless you're a blitzed-out baby babbling while in tears.

Bull Hybrid who is incredibly gentle with you after mating cleaning you making sure you’re hydrated and cuddling up to you singing soft praises.

[ayautjaslover]

A Yautjas reaction to piercings

- At first they'd definitely think your piercings (however many) have cultural significance like they show your rank.

- They'd be HELLBENT on this going around bragging that you're of a high rank at any moment they can.

- Until you tell them that the wonderful jewellery in your face (or otherwise) is just something you found pretty enough to get done.

- Of Course they'd still adore them all the same but they are a little deflated and quite confused how they aren't anything to do with a "rank".

(This is very short but I've been slacking on my writing and need to give y'all at least something 😭)

As per usual requests are OPEN!!! And thank you for reading this far 🤭🩷